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Life is what you make it, Sir! You jest;
The choices are your own; thus unimpressed.
The picture that you paint is but a scene
You choose to paint, be it real or dream.
'Tis the view of a lonely child, not a man
Who thinks he cannot do what he can,
Who looks into a mirror not through a pane
That the portrait that he views remains the same.
It is our role to work to give something back,
Not ours to promote the substance that we lack.
For we who've been beyond the city wall
Must use the wisdom of our ill recall
To bring to others what it is we seek -
Hope and courage for the good and meek.
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